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7 – Sky

"So, which movie should we watch tonight?" Jeremy asked of Kurt.

It had been about a week since Kurt had met Arthur, and he sometimes couldn't look Blaine in the eyes. But there he was, a Friday at noon, eating lunch with Blaine, the twins, and Pavel. Blaine seemed quiet, but that wasn't out of the ordinary.

Kurt shook his head, "Can't. Remember? Mr. Tails gave me bogus detention for 'talking out of turn,'" Kurt said, using his air quotes.

"Damn, forgot about that," Jeremy replied, sitting down hard on the cafeteria chair. "There you go… Oliver's leaving after his last class for the Cincinnati Draconian Compound to spend the weekend with his girlfriend, and you have detention."

"That pretty much leaves you with Pavel tonight…" Kurt pointed out. "I know you hate to be alone, 'Remy, so you can watch one of your Disney movies with him. Believe me, he won't mind."

"I love how I'm right here, and you're talking about me like I'm not," Pavel said, elbowing his roommate rather hard.

"Isn't this like, your third detention from Mr. Tails?" Blaine asked.

"No. He's threatened detention because we get into arguments where I'm clearly right, but for some odd reason, the twins talk to the headmistress and I get out of it," Kurt replied; here the twins gave each other knowing looks.

"This time, though," Oliver replied, "Headmistress is out of town. So Mr. Tails gets his wish. It's still a bogus reason for detention, though."

"I'm pretty sure Kurt was right about the theory behind black holes," Jeremy put it.

Blaine shuffled nervously in his chair, "Isn't there… any way to get out of it?" he pressed. Jeremy raised his eyebrows, the gears clearly working overtime.

"I can think of a few ways," the pervier side of the McDoile twins said.

"No… no, no, no, no," Kurt said, "I'd rather not get you saddled with me in detention," he said.

"Me? Naw. Won't get detention. I have somewhat of a 'get-out-detention-free' card," Jeremy replied, looking over at his brother, who grinned. Apparently there was something about them that Kurt didn't know, but the twins were willing to see how long it took the countertenor to figure things out for himself. "Can't make any promises about butting in tonight, though. I've got tricks up my sleeve, I have…" he added, grinning a cheeky grin at Kurt from across the table.


Detention with Mr. Tails wasn't at all eventful. Kurt was told curtly to sit in one of the seats and "Don't Talk." Mr. Tails was reading the paper, drinking a cup of what looked like black syrup. Kurt wondered if it was coffee or something, but didn't ask. Kurt hadn't thought to bring anything. Christmas break had passed, and so he didn't really have any big tests to study for. But he could have brought a book or something to at least help pass the hour-long detention he had been saddled with.

He half expected the twins would be joining him tonight, but they never actually got detention when they were caught for mischief. Kurt wondered why for a split second before he shrugged his shoulders and stared off at the dark blue wall. It looked black, as the lights were off. The window, however, was uncovered, and a full moon was out. Mr. Tails had been giving them more physics based problems because the light of the moon was 'distracting' and covered any star systems they could actually look at.

Come to think of it, it had also been cloudy for most of the winter. Thankfully the last storm's snow was melting. Kurt found himself cuddling his coat and hat close to him for a bit of warmth. Mr. Tails kept the room perpetually cold as the air outside, if not colder. A relief in the summer months, a curse (metaphorically or literally, Kurt couldn't say) in the winter.

It had been about fifteen minutes before Kurt hurt a soft meow, and a large 'bang!' went off in Mr. Tails' coffee cup. He looked down at it, and saw that fireworks were pouring from it. Kurt smiled and sat up as the light show went on and on, finally stopping with a rather large phoenix bursting from the cup. Not a real phoenix… just one made of gunpowder, smoke, and a brilliant light that looked like burning flames.

Mr. Tails huffed, and both men in the room heard the meow again. Looking to the door, they saw a lonely black cat, but there was a Cheshire Cat smile on his face. Kurt covered his mouth when he recognized Jeremy, but Mr. Tails was more furious with him. "MCDOILE!" he bellowed, and ran out the door after the cat.

Kurt smiled and let out his laugh. Jeremy certainly had some tricks up his sleeve. Best entertainment he might have for the rest of the evening.

He was about to settle down again when he heard a tapping at the window. He turned and saw a dark silhouette at the window, pointing at the lock. Getting up, he saw that it was Arthur at the window, on his broomstick. He was leery of the sight at first, giving his usual disgusted stare at the boy. But, since it was cold outside, mostly, and Kurt wasn't that heartless, he opened the window and held out his hand to help Arthur inside.

He was surprised, though, when Arthur's hand was outstretched at the same time, and they wound out brushing palms. Arthur blushed and retracted his hand, "Sorry."

"Inside. You'll freeze to death out there," Kurt replied, a slight growl behind his words, as if he was disgusted to help the other.

"No… no, you come with me," Arthur said regaining control of his emotions again, "Jeremy was creating a diversion, as well as providing a little entertainment," he added, clearly amused. "Even though that spell has some minor… complications…"

"Why should I come with you?" Kurt asked, arms crossed.

"So you can go back to your dorm and watch movies with Pavel and Jeremy?" Arthur asked. "Though Blaine told me you don't know how to ride a broomstick by yourself…"

Kurt looked at him with a wary expression, "What are you getting at, Anderson?"

"I could… uh… I could teach you how to ride a broomstick," Arthur said, looking away from Kurt a little as he spoke, "I just thought… it's something all warlocks long to learn… and… flying is fun."

A quick smile flickered on Kurt's lips. "I did enjoy riding with Blaine that first time…" he said.

He studied Arthur. He was reminded that Arthur was essentially Blaine: Gorgeous, charismatic, and, all-in-all, a good person. He was only different from Blaine in his personality, which was… as princely as Blaine's, but qualities not often shown in princes… Disney princes, at least. (BBC had their own takes on princes, that was for sure.)

Kurt heard Mr. Tails swearing as he clambered back up the spiral steps to the room and panicked. "All right I'll go," he said quickly, extending his hand. Arthur grabbed it, and gently guided Kurt behind him on the broomstick.

"We'll get you out of here first," he said, closing the window and ducking down just as Mr. Tails stepped in the room. They flew off, around the school to the soccer fields.

They touched down next to a goalpost at the end of the fields closest to the campus, "We do as much flying practice here as we do normal sports…" he quipped, dismounting. Kurt followed suit.

"Am I to use your broomstick?" Kurt asked, reaching for it.

Arthur blinked, "I believe you bought your own?" he asked. "It was in your supplies list under 'Optional'?"

Kurt nodded, "Right… let me go get it…" he said, and moved away from Arthur to sprint to the other side of campus to get it.

Arthur stopped him with a hand to his shoulder, "Call it…" he whispered.

Kurt turned to him, an incredulous look on his face, "What do you mean?"

"I know you didn't bring your wand, but… call it," Arthur said. He set his own broom down and put his hand out, closing his silver-brown eyes and breathing in slowly. The broomstick wobbled and then shot up into Arthur's hand. He opened his eyes and grinned at Kurt, who was clearly impressed.

"My window," Kurt said. "It's shut."

"Then open your window from here," Arthur said, nodding his head. "Close your eyes, and concentrate. It's like an out of body experience… but it's effective."

Kurt nodded and closed his eyes, putting his hand out. He concentrated for what seemed like ages until he found himself visualizing his room. He felt the clicking open of his window like he was actually doing it himself. Gasping out of it, he smiled, "I felt myself do it… I hope Pav doesn't freak out about it…"

Arthur chuckled as Kurt shook his head and closed his eyes again, putting his hand out and again concentrating. Arthur couldn't help but smile at the other boy's look of concentration: he was biting his lower lip and wiggling his fingers every once in a while. And in a few moments, a broomstick made its way through the air and into his hands. He opened his eyes and smiled broadly, "Oh my Gaga… wow…"

Arthur smiled, "Now we can start the lessons… Ready?"

"I think so," Kurt replied, tightening his grip on the broom handle as he glanced at Arthur.

Arthur nodded, smiling only a little bit. He mounted his broom, and nodded at Kurt follow his lead, which he did.

"This is only a little bit awkward," Kurt quipped, laughing nervously.

"Shh…" Arthur replied, hoping it was would ease the other's nerves. "Now, just visualize that your magic is just… you. That your magic is coursing through you…"

Kurt closed his eyes, hoping he didn't look stupid. And Arthur watched with a growing grin as Kurt levitated off the ground slowly. Kurt opened his eyes when he felt his feet off the ground and gasped, his smile actually making him rise higher. "Is this a warlock's power?" he asked, looking down at Arthur, who's grin matched the other's.

Arthur kicked off and joined Kurt, his broomstick now positioned so that Arthur was alongside Kurt, but he was still facing him full-frontally. "This is the best part of a warlock's power. Bet your friends back at McKinley can't do this," he said, pulling forward and shooting up into the sky, only to do a loop-da-loop in midair and come back, steadying himself next to Kurt, who was still hovering a few feet above the ground.

"Show-off," Kurt replied, grinning almost flirtatiously.

Arthur laughed and shrugged, "Come on, don't just sit there. It's a bit useless to just hover on the broomstick," he said. "Let's get your sky legs, Kurt…"

Kurt chuckled and lifted the handle of the broomstick, watching as he pushed himself into the night behind Arthur. They got up to a brilliant height, looking down at the sprawling campus of Dalton before Arthur kicked Kurt's dangling foot lightly. The other looked at him, and Arthur gestured with his head toward the forest.

They flew around the forest areas, looking down at the night fauna as they hunted and played. Arthur then guided them back to the soccer fields and touched down. Kurt looked nervous, judging by the way he was biting his lower lip a little bit.

"Don't be nervous. Just come down and touch the ground. The magic will guide you…" Arthur said, smiling normally (for once).

Kurt faltered as he leaned forward to touch down… and as he did so, the broomstick suddenly bucked as it slid forward along with Kurt's weight. Kurt was startled, and his grip slipped, causing him to fall off the handle. Arthur dropped his broomstickon the grass and ran to Kurt, catching him just in time. Kurt's broomstick, without a rider (and thus no magic to keep it in the air) flew forward and crashed into the goalpost, surviving the crash, thankfully.

But the broomstick was temporarily forgotten when Kurt noticed what had happened: When Arthur had caught the falling boy, Kurt's gravitational weight had pulled both of them down. Kurt was now sprawled on Arthur, his face in a tuft of grass. Arthur was on his back, sprawled out like he was about to make a snow angel. Kurt moved so that he was at least trying to get off the other boy, but his wand got caught under Arthur's belt and Kurt then tried to get the wand unstuck from Arthur's belt.

Then he noticed how close Arthur and his faces were to each other. He blushed and continued to jostle the wand out from under the belt. Arthur winced, "Careful. I'll need those later to reproduce…"

"You? Aren't you gay like Blaine? Or are you the straight one?" Kurt asked.

"No… Blaine and I aren't like the twins. Together we don't create one bisexual person…" Arthur replied, smiling again. He undid his belt quickly, and Kurt pulled his wand from it while Arthur re-buckled everything, "You never know. I might have to contribute my sperm to a surrogate mother…"

Kurt thought about it as he finally got up and held his hand out to Arthur. Arthur pulled himself up and almost crashed into Kurt again. He held his hands to his head suddenly, "Got up too quickly. Got to mind my brain a little or Blaine will die…" he said, "And then I'll be dead as well, I guess."

Kurt smiled, "At least you take care of each other…" he mused.

Arthur scoffed, a small, sarcastic smile caressing his lips, "Blaine just wants me gone. He wants us to be one again so he doesn't have to deal with me…"

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, looking past Arthur as he noticed his poor broomstick lying alone near the goalpost. He put up his hand and it moved to him quickly. He turned back to Arthur, "You've learned to live with each other… though. Are you sure you want to end this cycle of the curse?" he asked.

"I was hoping to, yeah," Arthur replied, looking at Kurt with an adorable surprised look.

Kurt blushed a little and turned away for about a minute before turning back to him and kissing his cheek. "You're on your way to," he said, and was soon kicking off on his broomstick toward the dorms.


Coming Up Next: A freak snowstorm cancels Kurt's plans to go home, and Arthur's plans to get out. So the twins and Pavel decide to cheer everyone up with a small sleepover. Bring on the singing, dancing, loafing, and general having of fun (and let's not forget the fluff)!